Poems And Prose To Keep By Your Casket.

Ancient civilizations believed that beneath the faAade of human behavior lived a wicked creature, its razor-sharp teeth tearing through the mind fodder we fed upon and placated others with. They held that no amount of persuasion, neither from gods or otherwise, could deter a man once the beast was acceptedahis will acted out. In the not so far reaches of my own mind live terrors that hunt in broad daylight and run rampant through my dreams; the beasties that convey my deepest, darkest thoughts with sharp, white fangs gnashing together in the hope of consuming all who survey them up close. Consider this fair warning. Keep emergency contact numbers close at hand while partaking of these dark and wicked creatures of the mind, or a haz-mat team be dispatched to quarantine and clear the area around you for fallout.